I glow in the night with a toothy grin, carved by a knife—what am I?, I ride the wind without a seat, my passenger wears a pointed hat—what am I?, I rattle though I have no lungs; I grin though I have no lips—what am I?, I sleep all day and hunt by night; I’m silent in flight—what am I?, I climb without legs and build a trap that glitters like frost—what am I?, I knock without hands and chill the room without a breeze—what am I?, I’m wrapped head to toe yet never warm—what am I?, I’m filled on one night, then empty by morning; I jingle at every door—what am I?, I bubble and hiss when secrets are mixed, but I’m not a kettle—what am I?, I fear the sun, sleep in a box, and prefer my drinks rare—what am I?, I keep watch in a field without eyes and scare off dinner guests—what am I?, I’m a path of white bones that creaks with every step—what am I?, I follow you closely but vanish in darkness—what am I?, I’m sweet armor in bright colors, defeated by tiny teeth—what am I?, I stand by the gate and glow with fire, guiding spirits home—what am I?.

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